Seemingly a hard stance, and yet with a drop of the sentiment and turn of the mind, it makes an odd kind of sense. The soul may laugh despite itself. Humor is tragedy plus distance, and we are all in on the joke.


Neolithic-A night out in Chicago, Spring 1999

Nothing of depth and clarity here. Nothing more than the sliced off life in the city. Alone with the company of a million strangers all attending the church of our choice. Cigarettes are incense. We drink those drinks that tint of poisoned blood. We eat of eachothers flesh, if we have half a chance. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is very, very sacred.


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